Urban Supernatural Medical Saint

Such a treasure, just stuffed into a pocket? That really lacks consideration...

Ye Xingchen knew the value of the medicine, he hurriedly threw himself forward, carefully gathering and cradling it, not even letting the tiny fragments on the table escape.

These tiny bits are equivalent to an Elixir! It's no joking matter.

But...

Fang Yu's handling was really too rough. He completely disregarded the Black Wood Lotus.

A dreadful waste of heaven's gifts.

"Things are valued for their scarcity. When you auction them, do not bring them all out at once. Start by auctioning half, save the rest."

As a business elite, Ye Xingchen of course understood this principle of rarity adding value, immediately nodding in agreement.

"Mm. But, how do we let people know about the magic of this item?" Ye Xingchen asked.

"If you can't bear to let the child go, you can't catch the wolf. Just demonstrate it live on the spot," said Fang Yu.

Ye Xingchen had thought of this too.

He just couldn't bear it.

"Understood, I already have a perfect plan..." Ye Xingchen confidently said.

Seeing his confidence, Fang Yu said, "I told you, you were born for business... In the future, Ye Corporation should be managed by you."

"Don't... I always feel that the Ye Family's estate should be yours to inherit," said Ye Xingchen.

"Sigh, who asked you to be the blood relative." Fang Yu spread his hands.

"The way you talk... Whatever you want, our Ye Family will never frown upon."

Ye Xingchen said this very sincerely.

After all, Fang Yu's help to the Ye Family was too significant.

Just these two pieces of Black Wood Lotus alone were worth more than any amount of money.

At this moment, Ye Wenjun slowly came beside Fang Yu, softly saying, "Thank you."

Fang Yu frowned and said, "Are you being so formal?"

Ye Xingchen couldn't stand it and said seriously, "Wenjun… Fang Yu is one of our own, more importantly, your husband, you can't be so formal with him in the future, and must not wrong Fang Yu... As your brother, I must strictly reprimand you!"

"..." Ye Wenjun was speechless.

"I'll take care of the Black Wood Lotus, you two talk." Ye Xingchen secured the Black Wood Lotus and left the office.

...

Meanwhile.

Chen Daotian was having a merry time in a brightly lit bar.

"Fan Tong, brother, you are Fang Yu's brother, which makes you my brother, a true brother… come, let's have a drink." Chen Daotian had been pulling Fan Tong to drink with him these past few days.

He found that although Fan Tong was not a Martial Artist, he was a kindred spirit.

Perfectly to his taste, together, the two had no lack of topics to discuss.

"Brother Daotian, I'm honored, here, bottoms up!"

They picked up their bottles and drank them down in one go.

"Refreshing!" Chen Daotian grinned.

Fan Tong was also full of excitement, saying, "It's been a long time since I had such a hearty drink! Brother Daotian really can hold his liquor!"

"Just average, average. Compared to Brother Yu, I'm just a small fry!" Chen Daotian exclaimed.

"Yeah."

Fan Tong paused, seemingly reminiscing about the old times drinking with Fang Yu, "I remember, when I and Brother Yu were forging ahead in Jiangzhou, to contend for a bar, Brother Yu, alone, outdrank ten men, and those ten men, were champions of wine!"

"That awesome?" Chen Daotian widened his eyes.

"Sigh, it's all in the past, let's not talk about it." Fan Tong took several huge gulps from the bottle, pouring it down like water.

"If only I had known Brother Yu longer, then our friendship would have been through thick and thin," Chen Daotian sighed.

"It's not about how long, but the heart… I know—" Fan Tong paused, with a face full of regret, "I know you're a Martial Artist, you can help Brother Yu much more. While I, now crippled, can no longer accompany Brother Yu to battle across lands..."

Chen Daotian patted his shoulder and said: "Martial Arts or not, it doesn't matter which brother it is, it's the same! It's a pity Brother Yu isn't here, otherwise, we wouldn't return sober!"

"Right, not returning sober."

Fan Tong knew, having such a brother was already enough for him to be content. In this restless, noisy world, who remembers the mediocre brothers when one rises to power? But Fang Yu did!

The two picked up their bottles and drank them down again.

"It's just a pity, I have to go back in a few days... Yanjing, it's not a place I can handle." Fan Tong said regretfully.

"That's nothing! With just a word from me, Chen Daotian, finding a foothold in Yanjing isn't hard."

And that was no lie.

After all, Chen Daotian is the Hall Master of the Dark Web's Yanjing division, building connections isn't difficult.

"I actually want to. But all my brothers are in Jiangzhou, and I've gotten used to it there..." Speaking, Fan Tong sighed, "The city may be dull, but it's filled with memories..."

Chen Daotian nodded.

"True friendship is never calm and untroubled..."

He set down the bottle of alcohol in his hand.

Checked the time.

This action puzzled Fan Tong, unsure what he intended to do.

"It's about time... Brother Fan Tong, let's call it a day," Chen Daotian said.

"Hmm?"

He had just said not to leave until drunk.

Has it changed now?

Just as he was confused, at the bar's entrance, a man wearing sunglasses loudly declared, "We are closed for business today! Closing early!"

"We are closed for business today!"

The music stopped.

The women twisting their bodies on the dance floor all froze, not knowing what had happened.

And a few drunken men complained:

"Damn it, I was just getting into the fun..."

Before he could finish, the man with sunglasses grabbed a nearby bottle and smashed it on one of the men's head!

Brains covered in blood immediately.

People around were frightened and retreated in succession.

The venue quieted down.

"I'll say it one last time. It ends here today… all of you get the hell out!" the man with sunglasses shouted arrogantly.

With those words.

The guests rushed out, none dared to stay.

The drunk man who was hit wanted revenge, but a group of young people holding daggers and clubs walked in.

Something was off!

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh—

More and more people entered.

Feeling the atmosphere turn eerie, Fan Tong whispered, "Brother Daotian, we should get out..."

"It's too late."

"It's fine, I've seen this sort of scene before, as long as we don't mess with their affair, they won't do anything to us... Let's go!" Fan Tong thought.

Just at that moment—

The man with sunglasses stepped on a chair, resting an arm on his knee, and called out: "Chen Daotian!"

Hearing his name called, Fan Tong's face slightly changed.

However...

Chen Daotian remained calm, unshaken, and continued to drink from his bottle.

The man with sunglasses bared his teeth and said, "Our boss said, he wants you either alive or dead..."

Chen Daotian still didn't speak.

This infuriated the man with sunglasses!

"Damn it, ungrateful!"

Bang! The man with sunglasses kicked away the chair!

Finally—

Chen Daotian stood up, his gaze coldly sweeping around, and said indifferently: "Commoners?" His tone full of contempt and disdain—

"Liang Qiu really disappoints me, sending just cannon fodder!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

Chen Daotian snorted coldly: "Do ants dare to bark at me? I don't want to kill ordinary people… I'll give you five seconds to get out. Five..."

Four.

Three.

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